It was his first time entering Youngjae's house. They had always met in Jaebum's apartment since the other's father could come back home any time and they didn't really want to get caught. Well, not that they did anything suspicious, they barely touched each other, they just talked about this and about that, sometimes Jaebum would play his guitar while the other would sing with his beautiful voice. But that was all. So when he set foot in that guy's room, first thing he did was looking around, everywhere. It was cosy and felt warm, walls covered by posters and photos and various writings. He read them, in his mind, trying to get the references. They were songs' lyrics or citations or probably just thoughts. It was kind of messy, full of books and paperworks and there was also a guitar leaning on the closet but Jaebum didn't know Youngjae could play it. He had never talked about it and he had never heard it from his room. The brunette immediately went for the balcony door and opened it, turning then around to face him.
"Welcome to my flophouse.
You can smoke in, if you want to".
He said with a smile but Jaebum obviously wouldn't do that. They both knew it, how could he when Youngjae's father would yell at him if he smelled like smoke?
"So, you want something?"
He asked after a few seconds – again, he seemed a little embarassed and Jaebum couldn't help but smile to himself because he was so adorable when he acted like that and his ears would become pinkish and his eyes would look away. He shook his head accompanied by a low "no, thanks" but that didn't stop the other from leaving the room to go search for something in the kitchen. A couple of minutes passed by before the other came back: two sodas and a bunch of chocolate bars and stuff like that. There wasn't really much left in the kitchen anyway. But when he came back, he was welcomed by a pleasant melody which resonated in the whole room. The dark-haired boy leaned on the doorway in the most quiet way possible to not disturb Jaebum who had picked up the guitar and was now sitting on the bed, playing it in the most natural way possible. Thinking out loud, by Ed Sheeran. Youngjae too wasn't really a fan of people touching his stuff, he didn't want anyone to play his guitar. But he didn't care, not that time. The chords reached his ears with such sweetness and pureness that he couldn't even open his mouth to let him know that he was back, his neighbor was too absorbed in his own world to notice him. So he closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, letting the chords lully him to another world – the same world Jaebum was in at the moment. It went on and on until the older guy, unawere of his arrival, didn't look up and as soon as he saw him, he just stopped playing. Youngjae was abruptly brought back to reality and opened his eyes, meeting the dark orbs of the other.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't hav--"
"Go on, please?"
That's all he said and as if he had just received an order, Jaebum restarted playing once again, fingers moving fast on the guitar's strings. With light steps, Youngjae reached him on the bed and sat by his side. So close that he felt their legs touching but not enough to bother him while he was playing. That was one of his favorite songs ever so without even realizing it, he started singing and Jaebum too, couldn't hold himself so their voices met once again, perfectly matched. But seeing the dark-haired guy so into it, Jaebum decided to pull a joke on him and suddenly changed the melody: Cupid's chokehold, cover by Gym Class Heroes. For a few seconds, Youngjae kept singing Ed Sheeran's lyrics and when he noticed the change of rythm, he burst out laughing and punched his friend on the shoulder. A whispered "" escaped his lips. He then tried to rap as Travie Mccoy did but with a terrible result, making Jaebum burst out laughing too. Yeah.. well.. Youngjae was the most terrible rapper in the history of rappers so he couldn't blame him at all.
He didn't know how it happened. He didn't know why the look they exchanged in that fragment of a second was longer and more intense than any they had exchanged before. He didn't know why he felt so embarassed or why his heart had suddenly started beating faster and faster, frantically. He only knew that Jaebum's face was getting closer. Closer, so close that his eyes couldn't help but stare into his and there was no need for words, no need to add anything else. The melody stopped and their lips met. Silence reigned in the whole house.
 

Youngjae's lips were soft. Touching his skin caused him a slight tingling all over his body. The fingers that had been moving from string to string a few moments before, were placed on the other's cheek and it felt strange because he was kissing another guy